I’m 17 weeks pregnant and along with doing literally everything to prepare for the baby I’m also the sole caretaker of two pit bulls and two cats. I live with my mother and every time she approaches me I just want to curl into a ball and die. The moment I stop cleaning the house or doing the dishes or really just the SECOND I take a break, she tells me I’m lazy and should be paying her rent. She’ll go off on a tangent about how ungrateful I am and that SHE does all the work around here (she washes dishes maybe once a week). Then, once she’s done screaming at me, she’ll ask me to go do something for her.

Yes, I “chose” to live with her so it’s my fault. Even though I actually have nowhere else to go.

Some people say the second trimester is when you start to feel better. Personally, I haven’t felt alive in months.

The stress is takin such a toll on me and I don’t even want to think about what it’s doing to the baby... it scares me.

Depression was already a problem before. Now it’s just part of every day.

And I feel like not once am I going to get a break for the rest of my life.